Eggs any style, hash browns, bacon, two pancakes. Ten items if you count each pancake, which we do.

Two biscuits under sausage gravy. What goes up must come down, and this never gets up.

Oatmeal, toast, fruit cup. For mornings when the weather balloon says no.

Four pancakes with hot cinnamon syrup. Occasionally disrupts communications at the table.

Two slices, mashed potatoes, green beans, roll. Free payload inspection while you eat. Tuesdays only, Denise's schedule is Denise's schedule.

Open-faced hot beef sandwich, drowned in gravy. Once it's on the table there's no going back.

Chicken fried steak the size of a first stage. Arrives in one piece, leaves in stages.

Patty melt on rye with fried onions. Ships with fries, secured in a basket.

With tomato soup for dunking. The kids' favorite, and Bill's, and he'll deny it.

The one on the sign. Sour cherries, lattice crust, served warm. Named for the glow.

Tallest pie in three counties. Reaches its highest point at your table.

Dense enough that Marge does not do the mass calculation on this one on purpose.

Meringue peaks measured at three inches. Launches have been delayed for less.

Any pie in the case, boxed and tied with string. Survives 4 g's. We've checked.

Refilled before you ask. Decaf exists here in theory, like a stable three-body orbit.

Made on the green machine that predates the pad, the silo, and one of the Hanks down the road.

The big amber tumbler. Condensation ring included at no charge.

Your smallsat rides with the week's manifest. Packed in checkered napkins, treated like leftovers we care about.

For the photographers. Same lighting every pass, like the booth by the west window at 4 p.m.

The long haul. Marge insists on a full breakfast before she signs off on one of these.

On the stainless prep table, torqued to spec, handled like pie.

The whole rocket, your orbit. Quotes by phone or from the form. She calls back between the lunch rush and the 4:15 static fire.

Suborbital, over the barn and back by supper. We don't ask what it's for. The Hendersons have stopped asking too.